DAMN HOMIE (feat. Lil Yachty)
Uh-uh, yeah, uh
He shot first when we get back
Shoot up the party, we fuck up the kickback
I have my niggas pull up where you live at
And my niggas purgin', we hop out Suburbans like Kyrie Irving by the way I'ma spin back
I feel like a waiter, these bullets I'm servin', I pull that bitch out then I aim at your six-pack
Servin' these bullets, I heard it was Christmas, we decorate your block with bullets
I put on my mask and I put on my hoodie, I pray to God that nobody got the footage
I'm pullin' up slow and I roll down the window, I catch me an opp, I'm not afraid to pull it
And we givin' him shots like a camera
Just like the picture, you know that boy yvngxchris took it (yeah, yvngxchris took it)
If you scared, get a dog, nigga
Shoot him in his leg and I told him, "Shake it off, nigga"
Do that nigga like Dwayne, I'ma get him rocked, nigga
You ain't really nothin' but a Shade Room blog nigga
Take her back to telly, get her gone with him
Tryna get a milf, might as well bring your mom with you
Put that bitch up on the bed, then I long dick her
Take a nigga whip, back then, used to rob niggas
Yeah, way back then, used to rock niggas
Way back then, used to do what I had to
Nowadays, I got a thousand of bitches but way back when, I was broke, I just had to-
Damn, homie
In high school, bitch, I'm the man, homie
This shit is lit
Now I'm rockin' the Belacartes with the Rick
Yeah, my money be flippin', twerkin', do a split
I'ma cut that boy like a surgeon, he a bitch
Or just put that lil' bag on your head, you get hit
They was just hatin', now on my dick
(Got Johnny Dang, all on my wrist)
Cop me a chain, it cost a brick
Shorty a fan, she want a pic'
And I'm rockin' designer, I drop me a couple of bands on this fit
Why that boy in the house like he Cory? He postin' 'em bands on his story, that boy is a lick
I don't talk, better talk to the .40, I link with your shorty, that thot finna give me the spits
I'm droppin' a bag when I'm shoppin', when that nigga yvngxchris walk in, these niggas turn bitch
Do it myself, no assist (on God)
Walk in that bitch with a limp, told that bitch, "I don't kiss"
Knowin' I'm genius at least (cap)
Got my lil' dawg or a lawyer to put him in a blitz
Knowin' he'll still do a bid (yeah)
But them folks was givin' 'em death, so anything is better than that (oh)
I want my dog and a cat (ice)
Post cellphones, all both, thank God I ain't stuck in the trap, I used to scam before rap (damn)
Rich hill sticks, got a cost on chops (damn)
I just got me a switch, might go buy me a bitch (damn)
Diamond on bands, offset, four on spot
Belly up in the Ritz, I fell in love with my wrist (ee)
Twenty-four years, I stomped on Earth, I ain't ask for shit, ain't have a pot for piss
I sleep with one eye wide, my pride Tim Tebow slick
I be finessin' a lick
It's us, you know that, ahh
He shot first when we get back
Shoot up the party, we fuck up the kickback
I have my niggas pull up where you live at
And my niggas purgin', we hop out Suburbans like Kyrie Irving by the way I'ma spin back
I feel like a waiter, these bullets I'm servin', I pull that bitch out then I aim at your six-pack
Servin' these bullets, I heard it was Christmas, we decorate your block with bullets
I put on my mask and I put on my hoodie, I pray to God that nobody got the footage
I'm pullin' up slow and I roll down the window, I catch me an opp, I'm not afraid to pull it
And we givin' him shots like a camera
Just like the picture, you know that boy yvngxchris took it (yeah, yvngxchris took it)
If you scared, get a dog, nigga
Shoot him in his leg and I told him, "Shake it off, nigga"
Do that nigga like Dwayne, I'ma get him rocked, nigga
You ain't really nothin' but a Shade Room blog nigga
Take her back to telly, get her gone with him
Tryna get a milf, might as well bring your mom with you
Put that bitch up on the bed, then I long dick her
Take a nigga whip, back then, used to rob niggas
Yeah, way back then, used to rock niggas
Way back then, used to do what I had to
Nowadays, I got a thousand of bitches but way back when, I was broke, I just had to-
Damn, homie
In high school, bitch, I'm the man, homie
This shit is lit
Now I'm rockin' the Belacartes with the Rick
Yeah, my money be flippin', twerkin', do a split
I'ma cut that boy like a surgeon, he a bitch
Or just put that lil' bag on your head, you get hit
They was just hatin', now on my dick
(Got Johnny Dang, all on my wrist)
Cop me a chain, it cost a brick
Shorty a fan, she want a pic'
And I'm rockin' designer, I drop me a couple of bands on this fit
Why that boy in the house like he Cory? He postin' 'em bands on his story, that boy is a lick
I don't talk, better talk to the .40, I link with your shorty, that thot finna give me the spits
I'm droppin' a bag when I'm shoppin', when that nigga yvngxchris walk in, these niggas turn bitch
Do it myself, no assist (on God)
Walk in that bitch with a limp, told that bitch, "I don't kiss"
Knowin' I'm genius at least (cap)
Got my lil' dawg or a lawyer to put him in a blitz
Knowin' he'll still do a bid (yeah)
But them folks was givin' 'em death, so anything is better than that (oh)
I want my dog and a cat (ice)
Post cellphones, all both, thank God I ain't stuck in the trap, I used to scam before rap (damn)
Rich hill sticks, got a cost on chops (damn)
I just got me a switch, might go buy me a bitch (damn)
Diamond on bands, offset, four on spot
Belly up in the Ritz, I fell in love with my wrist (ee)
Twenty-four years, I stomped on Earth, I ain't ask for shit, ain't have a pot for piss
I sleep with one eye wide, my pride Tim Tebow slick
I be finessin' a lick
It's us, you know that, ahh
Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Jackson, John Freeman, Terence Coles, Christian Williams, Miles Mccollum, Simon Schranz
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